"I am Law. I am the Cardinal red-Crowned Archbishop of the Disciplinary Office, the Grand Itinerant Arbiter of the Disciplinary Office, the Bishop of the Temple of Punishment. I am Law—how dare you strike me? You will all be sent to the stake!" Beaten until it hurt, the God of Laws instinctively blurted out the identities held by the body of Law that he had possessed.
"I want to see Arthur! I want to see Diogo! How dare you hit me? You will all be sent to the stake for the crime of blaspheming a god!"
The half-dragon warriors had no idea what a Cardinal red-Crowned Archbishop was, nor did they know what a Grand Itinerant Arbiter or a Bishop of the Temple was. To these abyssal thugs, all Church clerics had only one name—those god-worshipping charlatans!
And for a charlatan, there was only one fate in the abyss: being beaten into meat paste and fed to Magic Beasts.
It would have been fine if the God of Laws had not shouted. But once he did, another large group of half-dragon soldiers leaped down from the city wall and charged at him in a chaotic swarm. Hundreds of half-dragons gleefully swung sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, raining blows down upon the God of Laws, while others flung out their thick legs and kicked him wildly.
In the end, the God of Laws was like a rat crossing the street, kicked until he rolled all over the ground. Covered in blood, he howled himself hoarse, but because he was simply too drunk, his cries gradually weakened.
If they kept beating him for another quarter of an hour, then even though this body of the God of Laws had been nourished by his divine blood and was stronger than that of an